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At this moment, a pair of nephews without human emotions fluctuated, and they stared at Ye Qingyi in such a straight line, as if they wanted to see some flaws from Ye Qingying’s eyes.

Ye Qing’s mouth was slightly raised, and the shallow smile on the face gradually revealed a touch of coldness: “You can know... How did you die in the chase?”

Ye Qingxuan mentioned the chasing of the palace, and the dying of the dying was a slap in the end, and the brow was slightly picked up.

Chasing the palace, the most powerful clan of the shadow temple, the master of the high, once had a disrespect for the shadow of the Lord.

However, it was the slight disrespect, but it was finally smashed by the shadow Lord, and the body was exposed to the sun, until it became nothing.

"Death, this seat is coming back, I feel more and more, you are somewhat similar to the chasing palace that year. You said it." Ye Qing's face was hung with an unpredictable smile.

"Oh?" There was a dead end in the air, and the cold light flashed inside: "That is the Lord, it is like chasing the palace, how should it be."

Ye Qingying sat in the distance, motionless, his fingers patted the table with a rhythm, and the corners of his mouth chewed the elusive arc: "So, you are going to be the second chase." ”

Between the words, Ye Qingyan flashed through the cold, but his face still hangs like a spring breeze, but it is creepy.

Watching Ye Qingqi slowly stand up, and his brows are stunned. He is suddenly dead and disappears. He holds the fist: "The Lord, this crime, can not afford it, and chasing the palace is offensive." Sinners, how does the Lord compare the subordinates with the chasing the palace."

Hearing, Ye Qingyi smiled softly, stood up and walked to the side of the dying, slightly bent over, and his fingertips slid gently on the face of the dead: "What about the sin of the offense?"

"Offering the sky, when it is mortal," said the dying.

"Death, you are really a little cute, this seat is more and more like you." Ye Qing swears, his fingers gently smashed the forehead of the dead: "Let's why, posing as a bone."

"The Lord is laughing and joking. It is the Lord who first thought of me as a younger brother. His subordinates only cooperated with the Holy Lord... There is no offense."

"You look for this seat, what is the business." Ye Qingyi took back his right palm, and looked at the indifference, and asked.

"There is a lord looking for the Lord, just want to discuss the eternal imperial prince today."

"Say." Ye Qing's sleeves flicked.

"The Lord, the prince is now spiritual, his wisdom is like a demon, very difficult to entangle... Is the sacred sacred, in order to assist a great emperor, to offend the prince's spiritual derivation, if the spiritual reign is defeated, it is best, But if the spirit is not pulled down..." Between the words, the dying has been secretly looking at Ye Qingying's demeanor and some subtle reactions.

However, Ye Qing’s shackles are as calm as water, and there is nothing wrong with it, but there is no problem.

"If the Lord has a need, we can also assist the Prince to the throne on the throne..." In the dead.

In the dead, Ye Qingyi was a sneer, his mouth slightly rising, and his face outlined a fascinating color: "Your subtext is that this seat may be afraid of spirituality."

Do not give the opportunity to succumb to the death, Ye Qingyan flashes in the cold: "Death, you are one of the two great sons of the Shadow Temple, it is a taboo against the Emperor of the Terran Dynasty ... I am afraid, It is also not suitable for the position of the Son. It is only for small things. It is only a small matter. This seat is willing to come out. It is entirely because of interest. If you don’t see this eternal dynasty, it’s still useful. The eight kingdoms can be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)